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[He smiles at the noises, letting his other hand slide down and cup and massage Emet-Selch's ass, squeezing a little tight.

At this point he is concentrating on not getting all distracted. Though his breath does stutter warmly against Emet's ear at the attention. And he slides one finger against and into him, since he should still be nicely slick and loose.]

When it is truly worthwhile how could I not have great patience indeed?

[That area is raw and absolutely sensitive, but he does make encouraging sounds for him sliding up his body a little.]

But in this instance you do not need to wait.

[Fumbling wholeheartedly with removing Lahabra's pants.]

[He laughs softly, kissing the top of his head and shifting to let Emet-Selch do that but he's going to keep gently teasing him. Careful and slow in deference to his likely oversensitivity no matter how Emet insists he needn't be patient.

Then again driving Emet-Selch to needy demanding impatience is part of the fun in itself.

His other hand traces up his spine once again, slowly.]

Ah, but you haven't told me what you want, specifically. Nor how you want it.

[Bully]

[He gives him the most deadpan and flat look he can muster flushed and shivering as he is. But then he rolls up on one elbow abandoning the disrobing for a moment to look him straight in the eye.]

You. That's it. That's the request. I care not for the methods as long as you are involved.

[He can't help it, he laughs, hearty and real, lifting a hand to pull Emet-Selch down by the back of his neck and kiss the tip of his nose.]

Such decisiveness. And not a bit of direction. Very well, I did promise to pamper you, I shall not make you make any decisions this time.

[That kiss definitely gets an embarrassed look out of him. And he thinks about it for a moment.

He sits up and throws one leg over his thighs and planting his palms squarely on Lahabrea's chest to push him down.]

[He lets this happen after a surprised look, fingers curling in the hair at the back of his neck and looking up along his body, fond and smug.]

Well, I cannot object to the view but I had not had making you work in mind.

Now, now, dear Speaker. Is any of this truly work?

[He strokes Lahabrea's cock a few times before lining himself up and sinking down into him still keeping one arm on his chest to hold him down. Not that it has any weight behind it.]

[He settles his free hand on Emet-Selch's hip and exhales roughly at the pleasure of that, enjoying this view.]

Work. No, hardly that. Nothing like it.

[His voice is a little rough, pleased, but he lifts his hand to capture Emet-Selch's, kissing his palm. And then pulling to unbalance him, gently, attempting to flip their positions.]

But if I do not watch you, you do tend to get mischievous.

[Of course the hand kissing distracts him as it always does --- one day he'll be immune to it --- but flipped he gets. He looks like he's going to protest for a moment before he flops back arms above his head in a gesture of surrender.]

And you enjoy it. Ever moment of it.

Of course I do.

[He holds Emet-Selch's hand captive, kissing each finger as he adjust above him, pulling his hips up and sinking further into him as he leans forward.]

I enjoy every moment of your good humor and your playfulness. I do enjoy you.

[He'd reply but well, he's quite enticed as his hand is lavished with kisses. Small noises escape his throat keening and wanting.

And he arches into him, cupping his ass with his free hand, pulling him closer. He was supposed to be indulgent after all.]

Harder.

[He kisses his palm and then laces their fingers, pushing Emet's hand down to the cushions as he holds it briefly before letting go.]

Is is a shame this does lack the ability to truly undo you.

[He trails his fingers over Emet's neck, his chest, and grasps his hips in both hands, drawing out mostly and lifting one of his legs up more, adjusting his hips, thrusting back in at the new angle harder.]

[He throws his head back letting out a cry of pleasure as his fingers twist in the bedding. He is still sensitive after all and that is a lot.

And he can't help it when his real names slips past his lips softly.]

[He has no qualms in exploiting that sensitivity, a hand moving from Emet's hip to his cock, wrapping around him and slowly caressing him.

Entirely out of sync with the rough way he pulls back and plunges into him. Leaning over him to kiss his lips lightly, catching his name and smiling at it.]

You are beatiful, Hades. Though I cannot see or feel it here your soul does shine.

[His breathing is erratic and he can't actually reply, but he does hook a leg around his waist tugging him in further. And if he is dipping his head low. he threads his fingers into his hair rather than the sheets tugging.]

[That is fine, he has a better use for his own mouth anyway, kissing Hades warmly on the mouth then on his neck and throat, lavishing him with gentle affection while still keeping the pace he fucks into rougher, harder, as requested. The hand not around his erection rakes nails lightly down and then up his thighs, generally just being overstimulating all around.]

[He just holds his hear tighter, shuddering and shaking at every kiss, every touch every scrape. And if he was hoping for indulgent, sexy noises, well, he has them as he squirms underneath him.]

You'd b-better be close.

[He all but growls.]

[He laughs against Emet-Selch's throat, soft and throaty and definitely so aroused and close it's in the very cadence of his voice. His fingers scrape his sides, continue to twist around and over his cock as her jerks him off.]

When you say it that way--I am tempted to prolong this.

[Because he's a jerk like that and stringing Emet-Selch along while alternating rough and gentle on his already over-stimulated state sounds like a fun way to make him really complain.]

Then you will have to---!

[A high pitch whine comes out of him when he switches back to rough for a few moments.]

...s-satisfy yourself.

[Even with the alternating he's about to lose himself. Everything pleasurably a little to much. But he does grab a fistful of his hair and yank him up for a kiss as he wraps his legs around him tighter.]

[He laughs into the kiss.]

What point would that be?

[He is close. And he could prolong it, he could hold out with effort, but that would only be fun if he dragged Emet-Selch into it with him, to bully and enjoy. So he kisses him in return, warm and loving, keeps one hand busy stroking him while the other slides under his ass, raising his hips to rock into him harder and deeper, a moan escaping him that, rough and strained.]

[He bites his lips when he's pushed into harder with a strangled noise. Not that the bite is deep or draws blood or last long as he comes. He wraps his legs tighter, pulls him in deeper, claws at his back as he shudders through it.]

[He moans against Emet's lips, fingers digging into his ass tightly, still stroking him through his orgasm though it's somewhat uneven as he himself follows, shuddering into it with pleasure. Kissing him messily as he rocks lightly through it, but mostly stays buried deep in the other man.]

[To not surprise to either of them, he's overstimulated quite quickly and practically writhes underneath him as his head falls back, arm over his eyes.

But he does not pull back even as he bites his lip to give himself a point to focus on.]

[He shudders, kissing him again, and then stills, letting go of his cock and resting on top of him, arms wrapping around him to gather him close and hold him while they both recover.]

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